His Ass
I wasn't flunking out, but it was close. Some bright bulb had decided that the entire freshman football team should room together on one hall in the jock dorm. It worked for our summer practices when we didn't have classes; for me, it was much tougher when classes began.
I'm not stupid, but I'm not a genius either. On our floor we had a few golden boys who sailed through every obstacle, getting TDs and As along the way. Some guys scraped by as history majors, football being the only thing they cared about. A few would drop out, a few would sign with the NFL early.
I was an engineering major, which was hard for me, but exactly what I wanted to do. Engineering and football were my two loves. My problems centered around the life in the dorm. There were hall hockey games at midnight. The Bug and the Bear, two notorious card sharps, fleeced the jock halls in turn before they turned to the richer frats. A continuous bridge game went on for weeks. The noise level in constant and intense. My roommate was the star quarterback and a gold-level party animal. And a bit of an asshole.
Finally, the coach and the RA on our floor (a linebacker who had blown his knee out) had a meeting and decided that, for my own academic good, I should be moved off the Freshman team hall, out of the jock dorm altogether. I enthusiastically agreed, for once knowing what was best for me.
The Old Union was in transition from dorms to administrative offices; there were only about six or seven rooms on the second floor that still served as doubles, each with the luxury of a private bathroom with shower. My new room was the last in the row, with a good lake view and utter silence. The furniture didn't fill the biggish room; bunk beds hugged one wall, and the requisite dressers, desks, and chairs were scattered around. I immediately disassembled the bunks; I hate bunks, and there was plenty of room for the two singles.
No sign of my roommate, which didn't bother me at all. I unpacked and lined my textbooks on my desk, ready for work. But mainly I just reveled in the silence.
The door opened, and Denny dropped a pile of library books on his bed; I was resting on my bed, hands behind my head, almost napping. I got up.
"Hi, I'm Bob." Hand out.
"Denny." Firm shake. " You moved the beds."
"Hope you don't mind; I hate bunks."
"No problem for me. I was wondering who would get the top bunk."
"Neither is a good answer."
Denny pulled off his jacket and tossed it on his desk chair. I suppose I'd better describe him, as this is a sex story. He was about six feet tall, not built, but solid in his polo shirt and jeans. Black hair and a full, handsome face framing wide-set deep black eyes. What looked to be a heavy beard. I'm three inches taller, forty pounds heavier, in full jock mode. I work out every day, as well as practice and games, so staying in shape is not a problem but still always a challenge, mainly for finding the time.
We chatted a bit as he organized his books and papers. A dual French-English major. Prep school in Switzerland, which was odd. Sports were skiing and skating, so he was athletically unoccupied that fall. I got the impression that he was deadly serious about his classes, which made a nice change and fit in with my idealized view of myself.
Then he grabbed a few books, loaded them into a green bookbag, and headed off to the library. He came back at around 11; I had just gone to bed with my English One reading. I sleep nude, but I was covered up to my chest. Denny stretched and unpacked his books; I saw that hey were in French, so I turned back to my stupid text. He washed up and brushed his teeth but didn't shower. He sat on his bed in gym shorts and read some more. "Big lights out?" he asked. "I'm still going to read for a few minutes, if that doesn't bother you."
"Fine with me. You can't imagine the pleasant difference between this room and my old dorm."
I started Mrs. Dalloway again, for the fourth time. Then I gave up and tossed the book towards my desk. It missed, and I got up to fetch it; it landed by Denny's bed. "I hate this shit."
"Not Mrs. Dalloway. It's fabulous, one of my favorites." He leafed through it, then turned back to the beginning. "`Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.'"
Denny had a beautiful voice, clear and deep. I sank back into bed. Not wrestling with the printed letters on the page, I was able to concentrate on her words and sentences, and Denny had me converted by the time he stopped, maybe twenty pages in. We switched off our reading lights, and I saw Denny in the dark slip off his gym shorts.
Life was good. We continued undefeated, and my living situation was sweet. Denny and I both had meal plans at the same eating club, so we often had breakfast together. Lunch and sometimes dinner were team events for me, but we arranged our study times so we usually were in the room and studying all evening. Some days, I had to watch game films, or he went to the library, but we had fallen into a relaxed and comfortable routine.
Indian summer. It was hot, and I showered again as soon as I got back to the room. Calculus lay ahead. Now that Denny was reading my English One texts with me, I liked English, for the first time ever. But I was barely holding my own in Math. Our problem sets grew scarily more difficult each week. I kept up, just. Wrapped in just my towel, I lay on my bed. My calculus book and my problem set were arranged on a pile of football pads on the floor at the head of my bed; odd, but comfortable. Denny came in and went right to the shower. I was gnarled up on the first question in my problem set and getting nowhere. He came back wrapped in his towel. He pulled it off to dry his hair and bushy pits, black and thick. His trunk was smooth, but he had a very full thick black bush surrounding a good dick and low-hanging balls covered in fur. He was circumcised as am I. He turned around to get his shorts. His ass was hairy, thickening in towards his crack, the hair continuing down his legs from his ass. He pulled his shorts up. "You've got a hairy ass."
"I know. And a smooth chest. It's like I'm two different people, one further along the evolutionary trail. Oh, well." Back to reading on his bed.
"Jesus Christ. Fuck."
"What?"
"I just can't do this shit."
"What shit?"
"Calculus." He got off his bed and ambled over to me.
"Let me see."
"So don't tell me you know calculus as well."
"Oh, yeah. Le Rosey was a nightmare school, but they did manage to teach the few of us who cared. Oh, differential equations. Hate them. The fun doesn't begin until analytic geometry. You can get your teeth into that shit."
"Fun? Really?"
"Here. Give me your pencil. Move over." I sat up and handed him my pencil. My towel fell off as I sat up, but I didn't pull it back. My dick stretched from my trimmed brown bush over my right thigh. I do have a very big dick, pleasingly so in locker rooms where it's always a bit show-and-tell. Big shaved balls rested on my bed. Denny say next to me and we swapped the pencil back and forth, working out the hellish equations, until we had finished the problem set.
"Finally. Thank you." I stood up and stretched my arms up.
"Your dick is big."
"Yeah, I'm just a big stupid jock, young, dumb, and full of cum."
"I never said anything like that."
"But you must feel it. Mrs. Dalloway, now calculus..."
"Don't be purposely dense. Go to bed." He switched his flight off, as I did mine. I heard him snoring, but I was awake a long time.
We grew more casual about nudity in the room. I was used to it, football and all: my other home was the locker room. Denny took a couple of weeks to seem comfortable hanging around naked, studying at his desk or on his bed, or just walking around. His hairy ass was still a sight. It stuck out nicely, and both cheeks were furry. His asscrack was a black jungle.
One afternoon I hobbled back into the room, still in my full uniform, grass-stained helmet under my tired arm. My cleats clattered on the linoleum floor.
Denny asked, "Jesus, what happened to you? You look rode hard and put away wet."
"Scrimmage with the varsity is what happened. The whipped us, me in particular." Denny was in his shorts,reading Proust. He watched me strip off the sweaty uniform and pads and jock with cup and toss them into a corner. My shower was long and hot, but I could feel my muscles knotting up in pain from the pummeling I had taken. I shaved and felt a little more human when I flopped on my bed, drying myself with my damp towel. "I feel like creamed shit."
"You look more human after your shower. Turn off the big lights. God, your legs are bruised. I still don't know how you can play that barbaric game."
"Spare my your soccer shit." I lay down full-length on my stomach. I tried to shake off the beating I had suffered, but I still hurt. "Come here. My shoulders are killing me. Rub them for me?"
"Sure." He sat on my ass and put his hands, much stronger than I expected, on my shoulders. Porn-movie massages usually consisted of some dude spreading oil gently, gently over the prone dude until he homed in on the dick and balls. I wasn't thinking about sex; I hurt too much.
"Mmmm."
"You OK?"
"You're good at this. Ow. Keep pushing hard, it feels good." He grabbed one arm in both his hands and deep-massaged my bicep. I shook that arm out, feeling better, and he went to work on the other arm. "I might live."
"You'll be fine. You want me to keep going?"
"Don't you dare stop." He scootched down a bit and went to work on my back, his hard pressure seeming to pull out the pain. I finally relaxed. His hands skipped over my ass and went to work a little more gingerly on my legs. He treated each foot to deep massage; the ease seemed to rise like a kind of warmth throughout my body. "This is working. Keep going. Do my ass." He scootched up a tad and started on my ass, putting out his deepest pressure yet. "Take your shorts off." He paused for a second then tossed his shorts onto his piled-up inform and pads. "I can feel your bush."
"OK?"
"OK. Better than OK." He pushed my ass cheeks together, then apart. I opened my legs a little. I could feel the air on my naked butthole. He rubbed his thumb over my asshole, then pulled my cheeks wide apart. I felt his beard rub against my butt hairs, then his tongue circled my butthole before he dove in and kissed my asshole with his lips and tongue fighting to get inside. "Keep going." I thought he was trying to disappear up my butt; it felt fine. After a few minutes of this new bliss, I said, "I'm going to turn over; Do my front?"
"Sure." I turned onto my back. My big dick was at full-mast, sticking up over my navel. "Jesus. You're huge. I've never seen such a dick." He reached over and touched it, sending a spurt of precum out my slit and down the head into my navel. He grabbed both my pecs, rubbing my hard tits with his thumbs as he massaged the muscles below.
"I want to fuck."
"I can tell."
"Can I fuck you now?"
"I don't know; I've never been fucked before. It's too big, maybe."
"Your dick doesn't think so." I tugged once on his rock-hard erection, getting a handful of black pubes for my troubles.
"OK. But take it easy." I got up, erection pointing straight out, and I pushed the two beds together.
"Get on your knees. I'm going to do you from behind. I don't want to see your dick or your face. No kissing, no hugging, no lovey-dovey shit. I want to fuck."
"So you say. One favor. Get some lube, please, and try to relax my hole... Oh, one more favor: cum in my mouth."
I put my big hands on his tight ass. The hair felt funny, but good. I gave him a little of his own massage action on his butt to loosen him up. "Yeah, I can do that." He groaned. I pulled out a bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care from my gym bag on the floor. I pulled his ass cheeks apart, as he had done mine, and I stared hard into the deep black hole. I licked his hairy crack wet, splitting the hair into two sections. His dark-red asshole blossomed before me. Remembering how good it felt on me, I kissed his butthole, pulled the loose hairs out of my mouth, and then I went to town, rimming him like there was no tomorrow. I felt the rank animal magnetism of his hole pulling me in harder. I greased up my hand and added it to the mix. At first, he clinched tight shut, then opened up to let one finger in. I let it lie there until he seemed to be getting a little more relaxed, when I began to move it slowly in and out. Another groan; I might have hit his prostate. I massaged his whole butt with the lotion and then tried two fingers.
"Ow. That hurts. I don't know"
"Relax, you'll like it. Yeah, you'll know you've been fucked, but what the hell." My hard dick was begging for attention; I carefully lubed it up, resisting the urge to sink it into his mouth right then, not tugging on it at all as I super-greased the head. I rubbed the hot hard head against his greasy asshole, pushing gently.
"Oh, man, that really hurts."
I pushed the fat head of my dick harder against his tight ring of muscles. "Bite the pillow; you're loud." I pushed again, and the head popped into his ass. He yelped into his pillow. I knelt there, feeling his warmth engulf my dick, then I pushed another two inches into him. Another yelp. I pulled out until just the head of my dick was trapped behind his sphincter. Then I pushed in again, maybe four inches this time. He felt good. I slowly half-fucked him, each push being met my a grunt from him. I stopped for a minute, and I felt his ass squeeze tight around my dick. I'd never been so hard. I grabbed his hips and pushed in hard, all the way in, until I bottomed out; I could feel his ass-hair around the base of my cock. He was louder than ever, so I pushed his head deeper into his pillow. "You ready to get fucked?"
"mpmph."
Again I pulled almost all the way out and then buried it back in, root-deep. My short pubes ground his asshole. Out again, then back in. Now I felt his prostrate getting hit by every plunge, and his grunts changed in tone. I set us up in a long, steady fucking motion, banging into his prostrate every time. Slowly I speeded up my pounding, until I was rabbit-fucking him with just the first four inches of my dick. He was quiet, pushing back at every stroke, until I let loose with the full, long strokes again and fucked him as hard as I could. He seemed to open up even as his ass tightened around my dick. I could fuck like this forever, but I knew I would be coming soon. Faster now, right up to the brink, the I pulled out and flipped him over onto his back. I shoved my red dick head into his mouth and shot 6 or 7 blasts of cum right down his throat. He swallowed like a champ and sucked me dry. I pulled my dick out of his mouth. One little dribble of cum rolled down my still-hard dick.
"I'm still hard." He rolled over and stuck his hairy ass up into my face. His asshole still was wide-open, and I pulled his butthole back over my hardon. Right in. Now I could feel the smooth, tight, warm channel of his inner ass caress my dick. I filled him right up, and we both collapsed onto the bed, me still inside him.
"You want more? I still want to fuck more."
"Yes. More." He stayed flat on the bed, his legs apart, as I slowly fucked him again, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up into a nice, deep rhythm. No real urge to cum again quite yet, so I was surprised as I felt the cum shoot out again, this time into his ass. I pulled him upright on the bed. My hot cum squeezed out past his hairy asshole and sopped into my pubes and down over my big smooth balls. I kept my dick deep inside him. I reached around and grabbed his hard dick. I gave him about three strokes, and he came like a firehose, plastering his face and chest. His cum ran down his smooth chest into his black pubes.
We both collapsed flat again. My dick still hard and still in him. "You all right, babe? Did you cum good? I fucked you, and I loved it. Do you like my dick inside you?"
"You jacking me off might count as lovey-dovey. Babe." We laughed.
Our beds stayed pushed together. One Friday morning, the maids who came in to change the sheets found us entwined and naked. They didn't bat an eye, and our sheets were changed when we were both in class.
I fucked him every day, sometimes after practice, more often at night. He loved the taste of my cum. I blew him a few days in to see what the fuss was all about. I got a mouthful of black hair, and his cum tasted weird, but I got used to it. With that asshole so close, he never got the chance to blow me when I could fuck him, but I would let him have a few sucks now and then. I was too big to enjoy head. I would often finish my fuck with making him cum, maybe in my mouth, maybe between our two bodies, drying as we fell asleep.
There isn't much more to this story. I dropped out when we lost my first game on the varsity. I joined the Air Force and was stationed in Alaska. I got married, but it didn't last. I lost track of Denny, but I'll never forget his fine, hairy ass.